Dirtbag on [excerpts] mode.

The lights guy?

It’s probably a lame reason that I named this site as “Menthol Guy” simply because I smoke Marlboro Menthol. Truth be told, it’s the worst name I’ve ever given to a blog (aside from nincompooped, but I liked it back then anyway). It lacks the impact (I don’t really include arrogance in that package - well it won’t make any difference), the wit-slash-humor and the wordplay as well (my friend liked that name seriouslie but it sounded phony to me).

The blog name was becoming more obsolete and pointless since last week, I started to smoke Marlboro Lights. Even the sari-sari store lady was bewildered when I bought a half-pack of Lights since it’s an age-old tradition for me to buy the greens instead of the golds. I have no idea why but it’s probably because of the scratchy feeling on my throat (which my wounded friend has told me based from his experience) after smoking Menthol like sandpapers chewed and trapped somewhere on my Adam’s Apple, hence the hoarse voice. I couldn’t care less if Menthol sticks can decrease sperm count or deflate the testicles or something even more catastrophic (shorter penis, no way). I just switched to Lights. That’s that.

I wasn’t blogging for a while (like, two days LOL) since I’ve been doing a lot of things these days. Aside from sweating my ass on the sofa watching some 80’s teenage movie (the title I have to find out) and National Geographic channel, I’ve been sleeping all day long. My body needed to recuperate from that five-hour review I did for a hundred-item long exam (half of it happened to be Enumeration, ftw) last Friday. But let’s just skip the details of the exam: it makes me sad and blue recounting all my surest answers since that’s virtually zero; it’s even pointless predicting your grade and I don’t care about that anyway.

Twelve hours pregnant

For the past twelve hours I took swigs of brandy, iced tea and drags of Lights, and I ate spicy Pancit Canton, siomai from the ever-famous Papu’s here in UPLB, the pork steak (with mushrooms and McCormick gravy) I cooked back home, a regular-sized can of corned beef, fried eggs, fried chickens and probably five to six cups of rice. All those shits rolling and churning on my stomach right now; it should have been a bolus right now.

Now I’m pregnant. Twelve-hours pregnant.

David meets David

It sounded like it’s the biggest deal on earth but I watched David Letterman’s Late Show yesterday night and he was interviewing David Sedaris. David meets David. It was all about his new book, ‘When you are Engulfed in Flames” which I bet would contain a lot of handsome dickery and out-and-out comedy clips of his life around Japan (correct me if I’m wrong, I haven’t read the book yet). I’ve only read his “Me Talk Pretty One Day“, which could verbally tickle you with all the funny and downright absurd stories of his life. It’s the kind of book where you don’t really care if you laugh at public or all by yourself at the farthest corner of your bed, since seriously speaking, it’s worth the laugh. And even if your housemate would see you smiling and laughing your lungs out for five minutes and barely breathing, you wouldn’t care.

_{I hate it when good books start to pile up on my MUST-BUY list to the point that I’m thinking of some legal way to get money. Like, loans? Loan for books. Meh, nevermind. E-books are there.}

His way of writing’s nothing but amusing. Though I’ve read an article in the New York Times about Sedaris who allegedly was inventing/fabricating most of his experiences on the books he had published - but for me, it’s just bluff. Or even if it isn’t bluff, who cares? I don’t care if it’s true or not: I’m entertained, and for a self-satisfying and self-gratifying bookworm that I am, I wouldn’t give a damn researching about every nook and cranny of his book searching for flaws. No way.

_{You should visit my Flickr. Let’s be friends. I need contacts.}

This post is tagged: David Letterman, David Sedaris, Lights, Me Talk Pretty One Day, Menthol, When You Are Engulfed in Flames